Whenever we move, things aren't unpacked fast enough for my liking.  For weeks/months/years, we're always looking for stuff.  "Honey, where's my beard trimmer?"  (dunno, one of the boxes that says 'bathroom' maybe?), "Where's the thermometer/motrin?"  (again, a box that says bathroom?)  "Where's the coffee pot?"  (that I found pretty quickly.

The search goes on to things outside the house.  A new city means we have to find:
A new butcher (the old one is by Chef's cooking school, but isn't convenient on a daily basis)

A new farm stand (boy, how I'll miss the one that was right by our house)
A good pizza joint (decent prospect has been tendered, now we need to check it out)
WiFi places (so far, only found Panera)
Good mom and pop businesses to patronize (like a jeweler to fix my engagement ring)
A dentist (never bothered to find one in the old place)
Family practice (for now, we'll keep the old one)

We've been fortunate, we scored a good homestyle restaurant before we'd even had the chance to sleep in the new place.  There's a place downtown that looks like it's been there for eons.  Harry's.  It's cozy, homey and reasonably priced.  The pecan pie is to die for and everything else?  Well, it didn't come from a microwave.  

I'll deal with having to search when I know that after all that searching, I've got someplace to get a damn good meal.  
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This is what comes of the searches I like to do.  I'm going to enjoy this part of moving...